James's Journal

I had a dream in which there was actually dramatic irony.. Either that, or the events happened out of order, or got ret-con'd..

Naomi and I went to a drive-in theatre, which basically involved parking in a field that had a big hole in a wall into a theatre. We couldn't see the stage, but apparently that was okay, because it was actually a radio show.. Alan Shearer was there with my friend James from school, and they were giggling about seeing "The John Mills" bit, but I didn't really understand what they were on about.. Then the play started, and everybody put masks on so as to block out the light and concentrate just on the sound. I picked up my mask, and attached was a programme, which read thus: